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AN/: Consider this fic as an AU, Multicross.
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(General P.O.V)
[A Few Weeks Ago]
-Thalia's Pine Tree – Camp Half-Blood-
Loth stood near Thalia's tree, the bracelet Luna had given him loosely turning between his fingers. The familiar buzz of its aura felt stronger out here, like it belonged.
Luna leaned against the tree, watching him with her usual calm. "You're fidgeting."
Loth gave a faint smile. "I was thinking I should give this back. It got me through a lot, more than I deserved. I don't think I should keep something that important."
Luna glanced at the bracelet, then back to him. "That's why you should. Because you treat it like it matters."
He hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. I'll keep it. And protect it."
Her smile was brief but knowing. "Good choice. Thalia says you might need it again."
[Now]
The portkey dropped Loth into the middle of wreckage—burned stone, shattered wood, and blackened ground. The ruins of a house stretched around him, silent and still within the misty countryside, the remains of someone's life reduced to ash.
Luna stood at the center, her floral dress streaked with soot and hair tangled in the wind. She didn't look at him but he knew she'd sensed his presence.
"You shouldn't have come," she said in a flat tone he'd never heard from her before. "I foresaw it. You'll die here."
Loth moved to her side, stepping through the rubble. "Everyone eventually dies. But that's not what matters right now. Why did you leave?"
No answer.
He reached toward her shoulder but Luna shied away, acting distant.
Loth's hand dropped. "Was it Hecate? Did that B-...did she force you out of Camp?"
"She didn't want to hurt you," Luna murmured. "But she would've used me to do it. I left so she wouldn't get the chance."
Loth frowned. "Wait. You heard us?"
A thought crossed his mind and his eyes dropped to the bracelet around his wrist. Luna said nothing, but her gaze flicked to it—just for a second.
Realization hit. "You were pulled into my dream. Through the bracelet."
Still no confirmation. But the silence said enough.
Loth looked around again. The damage wasn't just from fire. The twisted patterns in the mist were like scars hanging in the air. This was Wizard magic. Purposeful. Violent.
Whatever happened here, someone had made sure there was nothing left.
And he was willing to bet it was the very same Death Eaters that had attacked him.
Luna didn't need to answer when he asked. Her silence said everything.
Loth inhaled, struggling to reconcile his happy go lucky adopted sister, to the girl before him.
Luna looked like a statue in the ruins—still, fragile, and fading into the charred remains around her.
But Loth wasn't going to let this end here.
He took another step forward.
"Luna, we need to go," he softly but urgently said. "Now. Before those Wizards after you find us."
"How?...nevermind."
Luna shook her head, her eyes burning with frustration. "You're the one that needs to leave, Loth. I didn't ask for help and if you stay here, you'll really really die."
Loth gave a dry breath of laughter. "Too late for that."
Before she could respond, the air cracked like a sheet of ice snapping. The mist twisted.
Then—pop pop pop pop—a series of sharp bangs echoed around them. Apparitions. One after another.
Figures in dark cloaks stepped out of nothing, forming a loose ring around the two of them. Masks gleamed—some silver, some white, all blank and faceless. Except one.
Lucius Malfoy stood at the front, unmasked and unhurried. His pale hair gleamed as he scanned Luna with a sneer. She stiffened at Loth's side, prompting him to shield her from the Pure Blood Wizard's sight.
"So," Lucius turned his attention his way. "This is the boy. The one with strange magic."
Loth didn't move, unafraid eyes surveying the Death Eaters. "This the part where you monologue about power and bloodlines?"
Lucius tilted his head, amused. "No, dear stranger. This is the part where you die for making things… complicated."
Loth scoffed, eyes pulsing with a hot pink."She's not going anywhere with you dickheads. Over my dead body."
Lucius raised his wand. "Then let's get on with it."
Wands flashed.
A series of "Reducto!" blasted force at Loth's feet, throwing up dirt and stone. He threw up a shield of pure energy and tanked the debris, skidding back.
"Confundus!" came next, permeating through his shield to strike his head and dragging at his senses like a whirlpool.
The constructs he was forming broke apart, leaving him with only his reinforced shield to protect them. But even that was limited as to what it could block. Without knowing exactly how to counter their spells, they were doomed.
A bluish zap from the bracelet on his wrist—Thalia's aura—cleared his head. Just in time too, as another attack was coming.
"Oppugno!"
Shards of the building's wreckage shot toward them like arrows. Loth waved his hands out, launching a reckless wave of magic. Upon collision, the Rubble shattered apart mid-air and scattered to dust.
They were testing him. Spacing out attacks. Trying to understand his magic. Good. That would give him time to formulate a strategy.
"Expelliarmus!"
A flash of red light streaked toward Luna.
"Shit!" Loth shot off with a magic blast released from his heels and palms. He put up a hasty shield that shattered against the spell, blasting him away with Luna safe in his hands.
He hit the ground hard, separating him from her.
"Accio!"
Luna lurched as an unseen force tried to yank her away.
A pink rope fastened around her wrist, anchoring her to Loth with a pulse of Anodite energy. "You're not going anywhere."
Behind him, swirling arrows shot towards the Death Eaters, exploding with loud impacts and clouds of dust, earning him and Luna a brief respite.
Loth had started piecing it together—how their magic worked. Spoken spells. Line of sight. Intent. Every cast had a tell. Now, how could he use this to his advantage?
"Stupefy!" someone shouted, releasing a red bolt that pierced through the dust.
Loth moved his head out of the way and fired another barrage of normal arrows.
"Protego!"
Only to see them fizzle on an invisible magical barrier. As if his magic had been completely nullified. He narrowed his eyes, aura sense activated.
Fine. Time to learn.
The time when he fired, he wrapped the spell with Mist— similar to how he'd overlayed his construct with illusions to create a false wand.
The lance construct clashed against the Protego shield but failed to pierce through. Loth pulled the string attached to it, detonating the lance. His mist infused anodite energy blasted two death eaters backward.
They got up. Bloodied, but not done. Unfortunately for them, Loth now had a way to counter. Two spinning disks, controlled by his fingers, split the Wizards apart.
Their wands clattered to the ground.
Then came the spell that changed everything.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A streak of green light tore through the air. Loth twisted, barely dodging. It zipped past his shoulder and splashed against log behind him.
His shield, even infused with the Mist hadn't reacted. The spell still passed through it.
He didn't have time to think—because the next shout was worse.
"Sectumsempra!"
Pain lanced through his side as the invisible blade sliced clean through his shield. Blood welled from a thin but deep cut along his arm.
"Brother!" Luna crouched to his side as he stumbled back.
'Not a projectile. Not a beam. It happened around me.' He concluded, eyes narrowed. "It cuts the space around the target... that's why there's no dodge or blocking."
Which is why he had to keep moving to disrupt their line of sight.
"I'm fine Lu. It's too dangerous for you here. Blitz will take you somewhere safe." Loth said, Blitz materializing next to Luna.
"What? No..." Luna was about to refuse only for Blitz to nudge her with his snout.
"Listen to me Luna, I can beat them, but not if I'm worried about you." Loth assured.
Luna looked ready to cry but then she steeled herself and gave a nod. Jumping onto Blitz' back she held on to his fur as he started running away.
At the same time, the illusion that was concealing them from sight broke as Loth unleashed a barrage of attacks to buy time.
"Get the witch!" Lucius yelled to a few Death Eaters.
Confident that Blitz could hold them off until he'd dealt with the majority, Loth used his Anodite magic to pull the rubble and scorched wood from the ruins, binding it together in a makeshift armor.
"Let's see you try that again dickheads. Kill me, I dare you!" He announced, emerging from the dust to body slam a Death Eater away with broken limbs.
"Take him down you fools!" Lucius roared, shooting an Avada Kedavra that hit Loth's shoulder and shattered the stone—but didn't reach him.
They cast faster now, working in tandem. Loth dodged and countered, sliding through debris and casting raw blasts of force. He layered Mist illusions over his magic attacks. Others, he simply brute-forced in his Anodite binded armor.
When his illusions caused friendly fire, they wisened up and tried to flank him.
He raised a stone wall, broke their line of sight.
But there were too many of them. More than 20. They were coordinated, relentless.
And they were targeting Luna. He heard her scream as an apparation brought them back to the battlefield.
Blitz with Luna at his back landed a ways off with a Wizard's torn arm in his jaws. But the wolf was injured. One leg dragged. His coat was singed.
"Where do you think you're going assholes?" Loth's strings wound around a few Death Eaters before they could go after Blitz and Luna.
He pulled the now vibrating strings infused with Mist slicing through 4 Death Eaters at once.
Unfortunately, that brought the other's attention back to him.
"*Stupefy!*"
"*Oppugno!*"
"*Expulso!*"
He wasn't backing down, using the strings as whips to bounce away the spells before they could hit. Every second bought was another Luna stayed safe.
"*Incedio*!"
"*Reducto*!"
"*Crucio!*"
Seeing a few of them dead, the Death Eaters grew serious, their casting speed increased, their range of spells increased to include charms and Elemental attacks.
Loth felt like he was facing a a storm of a hundred spells when before he had to contend with few dozen.
Steadily he was pushed back. The battlefield pressed in on him—heat, rubble, and relentless spellfire closing like jaws around a throat.
He was running on fumes. His rock armor had cracked in half a dozen places, chunks falling off with every step.
The Anodite energy coursing through him sputtered in flashes, barely keeping the shield intact. His muscles screamed with every motion. Smoke stung his eyes. The ruins of Luna's home blurred around him like ghosts.
Two more Death Eaters dropped—one hurled back into a shattered greenhouse, the other slammed into the dirt and didn't get up. Loth didn't wait to see if they stayed down. He couldn't afford it.
A fresh volley of spells came tearing in.
He threw himself behind a broken stone pillar, bracing as the world exploded around him. Magic crashed like artillery—dust and fire choking the air.
His shield flared then sputtered, followed by his Armor falling off.
"No no...come on!" He pressed a hand to the scorched ground, forcing his dimming energy back into shape.
This was the worst time for Magical exhaustion to set in.
Then came the voice that yanked him back into the moment.
"Loth!"
He spun.
Luna. Standing in the open, trembling. Her hands glowed with defensive magic, but she wasn't attacking—just holding on. Just surviving.
And Blitz—mid-leap—was struck by a crimson curse. The wolf yelped, crashing into rubble and lying still.
"NO!"
Loth didn't think. He sprinted toward her, shoving through debris.
He had to get to her.
He was halfway there when a sound snapped the air behind him.
A soft pop. Subtle. Controlled.
'Apparition.'
He turned.
Lucius Malfoy stood not ten feet away.
His wand was already raised, aimed at the exposed sliver of Loth's back—where his armor had splintered just moments before.
There was no time to shield. No time to shout.
Lucius's voice was almost gentle.
"Sectumsempra."
Pain ripped across Loth's back, carving through the last of his defenses and tearing through his flesh and ribcage. The spell flung him forward—staggering, choking on his blood.
Loth made eye contact with a terrified Luna, falling to his knees as his body lost strength due to the sharp hole on his chest and severed heart.
Then came the whisper that froze time.
"Avada Kedavra."
Green light. Blinding, and yet hollow. Not heat. Not flame. Not sound.
Just cold.
Loth saw Luna. Her mouth moved, screaming his name.
'Damn it...she was right.' Was Loth's last thought before the world collapsed.
There was no sensation when he hit the ground. No pain. No noise.
Just silence.
Blitz, injured and limping, walked up to him and nudged at his hand. Once. Twice. Then stopped. The Familiar turned and glanced at Luna with sorrowful eyes before It dissolved into motes of pink energy and disappeared.
Luna dropped to her knees beside him. The battlefield moved on without her.
Death Eaters closed in again, Lucius walking calmly at the center, brushing dust from his sleeves like none of this mattered. Like Loth hadn't just died in front of him.
He barely glanced at the body that had cost him a quarter of his forces.
"Everyone you love dies, Lovegood." He told Luna, voice as polished as it was venomous. "Because of you. Your father. That American aunt that you stupidly thought would keep you safe. And now this boy. Formidable yes, but nonetheless...fallen."
He waved a hand toward Loth like dismissing a piece of furniture.
Luna didn't answer. She knelt beside Loth, unmoving.
"You know what I want," Lucius said, crouching in front of her. "Give it to me, and I might let you live."
She lifted her head slowly. Her eyes dead, her tear-stained face blank.
"You killed my father for a list." she said, voice low and even. "A list of cowards. Hiding behind a dumb name like Death Eaters and glorifying a mad man that died a decade ago after losing to. A. Child."
Lucius's face twitched. "He had it. I killed him and burned down your house before he could release it, but Xenophilius Lovegood was no idiot. He gave you a copy, didn't he?"
"No. Perhaps you'll have better luck asking the Wrackspurts. Or your arse."
His smile vanished. He rose again, wand aimed.
"Crucio."
The curse struck like a lightning rod. Luna screamed—a raw, brutal sound that shattered the quiet. Her body arched, convulsed, then collapsed.
Still, she said nothing.
Lucius tried again.
"Imperio."
Her eyes went glassy. For a moment, she swayed—
Then her vision cleared with a lavender pulse from the light spirits with her.
Lucius bared his teeth. "Legilimens!"
Luna's mind slammed shut. Even now—tortured, grieving and shaking—she fought him.
His patience broke.
"I'll keep you," he snarled. "Somewhere dark. Somewhere cold. You'll never see the sky again. No sun. No hope. I'll tear your mind apart until it's mine. Then I'll move on to your body and make you my plaything. No one will come to save you Luna Lovegood, because you have no one left!"
He raised his wand.
But before he could speak the next curse, a voice rang through the ruined air.
Calm.
Confident.
Familiar.
And most of all, POWERFUL.
"Correction," the Anodite, clad in a brilliant glowing pink energy that made up it's true form, the sum of it's SOUL said. "I'm still here."
"L- Loth?..." Luna muttered in disbelief and hopeful shock.